I don't want to mess everything up

I want to stop being like this

You are so wonderful. I'm sorry.

I don't want to feel mediocre.

There is so much work to be done.

I have no idea if I should take this position or not.

I'm not ready for Egypt at all. Ugh.

Also....I am so happy to have you in my life. It is a real blessing, what we have

Say, my love, I came to you with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me just what I'm seeking
Love, you drive me to distraction

Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
Hey! We climb on two by two
To be sure these days continue
Things we cannot change

Hey, my love, you came to me like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of water ( Read more... )

I love this new chapter you're helping me write. <3

Spinning..

Wow, way to jump to conclusions and false hope way too quickly Kirsten.

I can't stand feeling so alone.
It doesn't feel like things will ever get better.
I feel as though I'm living an empty shell of a life I used to love,
Shuffling past all of the scenery that used to represent joy and friendship,
But I'm just chasing shadows.
I don't want to feel like an old re-run anymore.

I want so badly to just feel better.
I want to wake up again, and be excited for my day.
To feel like my life has meaning,
and to feel comfortable in my own life.
To not feel that every day is going to involve a struggle.
To not feel so unloved and alone.
I want to feel truly me.
And love my life again.

How?

I'm sorry that I believed you, when you said I meant so much to you, that I was your 'go-to' person. That I was your best friend, and you hated to see me hurt.
I'm sorry I took all of that seriously, because that apparently has created this problem. Had I not believed you, it wouldn't hurt to see you fall so far away from me. Had I not believed you ( Read more... )

I am so fucking done with this shit, its not even funny. You use me and replace me and use me again over and over, leading me on wild goose chases of emotions. You don't know what the fuck you want, and I refuse to be dragged along behind in the mud on your search for it. I'm getting the mud in my face while you waltz merrily along on your way. I ( Read more... )